5:18AM – High-pitched screams emanated from Emma’s room waking us.
“I cannot believe this,” I said.
Richard groaned in response.
“Sometimes I think she reads our blog,” I said, referring to yesterday’s post.
Richard groaned again and turned over.
“Emma! You cannot lie in here screaming,” I said when I went into her bedroom.
“Emma bit. You cannot bite. It’s not okay,” Emma cried.
“Emmy, did you bite yourself?”
“Yeah,” Emma said, sadly. “You make Mommy so upset. Mommy is angry.”
“Oh Em. You can’t lie in your room screaming,” I said, stroking her bitten arm.
“You have to get Mommy. Mommy, can I come into the other room now?” Emma asked.
What was incredible about this conversation was not only did Emma identify emotions (mine, not hers), she also asked whether she could come into our room. I do not remember her ever asking before. Typically she says, “Mommy come!” or “Mommy go in other room” or some variation of the two.
As we made our way back into Richard and my bedroom I reminded myself that at least she slept through the night until after 5:00AM. The 2:00AM wake-up calls are, by far, the worst. In addition Emma did not wet the bed, an added bonus I am grateful for.
After breakfast Emma took my breath away by saying, “Mommy take Emma’s picture?”
“Really?” I asked. “You want me to take your picture?”
“YES!” Emma shouted, jumping up and down.
“Okay, Em,” I said laughing. “Do you like having your picture taken?”
“Yes!” Emma said again, smiling at me. “Say cheese!” she laughed, posing for the camera.
For more on just how extraordinary this is, go to: Emma and The Camera